Phil works as a barista in a coffeeshop, where Dan likes to come to flirt with him. (an excuse for cute stuff)
"Something else, sir?" "Only your phone number", I wink. The blue-eyed barista blushes violently at my comment. "Really?" he asks softly. He's so cute, this boy. He's also the reason I come here everyday, ordering coffee and talking to him. Ever since I first saw him, I've devellopped a huge crush on him. With his dark hair and bright blue eyes he already looks cute, but then there's also the pale skin with a few nearly invisible freckles near his nose, his rose lips, the smile that lits up his face. According to his name tag he's called Phil, and one can imagine that's the name I've had on my lips for weeks. Needless to say my new favorite color is the exact bright ocean blue of his eyes. Every time I ordered a coffe I've had a small conversation with him, including the occasional flirting. He always blushes when he sees me, and I notice how he likes my flirty compliments. So, I made my move. Phils eyes shift to the clock for a split second and when he turns back to me his eyes are glittering like frikkin stars. "Listen," he says, his voice filled with excitement, "my shift's over in ten minutes. How about we hang out then?"
Well, I hadn't seen this coming. "I'll be waiting", I respond with probably the dumbest smile even on my face. I take my hot coffee and walk over to my usual table, with a good sight on the handsome barista while I already start getting impatient. I'll finally be taking him on an actual date! Oh god, this is great. I watch as Phil takes orders, smiling at customers and looking at the clock every once in a while. I even see how his eyes fly back at me sometimes, causing me to bluch and smile. Wait, did he just? O my god, Phil just frikin winked at me. Am I dreaming?
Eventually, his shift is over and I see him taking of his apron, which reveals a cute blue shirt. He takes a jacket from under the desk, a black leather jacket, holy hell yes, and he walks over to me with the most adorable smile on his face. "Ready to go?" "Always." He laughs and we both walk out of the warm coffeeshop, into the city. "You know, I never even asked your name." "Dan Howell." He smiles, repeats my name as if he tastes it, and I just want to take his hand and kiss him on the spot. "I'm Phil Lester." The name suits him. "So, Phil Lester, what are we going to do tonight?" He notices my flirty tone and blushes a bit. "Well, Dan Howell, I thought we could grab something to eat first and then take a walk. How does that sound?" I never want him to stop talking. "Like a good first date." His cheeks redden even more, but I notice how his fingers touch mine and the electricity that sends trough my body. I grab his hand, and feel how he doesn't pull back. What a great day.
We enter a little Italian restaurant, and Phil asks the waiter for the table he reserved. "Follow me, sir", the waiter says as we walk right behind him towards a table for two in the cozy back of the room. "Did you plan this?" I ask Phil suprised. He shrugs with blushing cheeks before he replies. "I was going to ask you out today, so yeah, I did plan all of this." I chuckle a little. This means he likes me, right? Of course it does. In my head I'm already doing a very happy victory-dance. We take our seats and Phil gives me the menu first, like a real gentleman. I let my eyes wander over the different pastas while I'm fully aware that Phil's staring at me. I can't believe I'm actually sitting here with him. Maybe I'll be having a boyfriend by the end of the evening...
I decide to take a normal pasta Bolognese, and Phil orders the same. When the waiter's gone, he turns back to me. "So... Tell me something about yourself." "Uhm.. Well, you already know my name. I'm 18 years old and going to uni. In my free time I draw and listen to music, or browse through Tumblr. Nothing special, really." "Don't put yourself down like that. What kind of music do you listen to?" "My Chemical Romance is my favorite band..." He laughs a bit. "An emo, of course! That explains all of the black clothing." I chuckle a bit before asking his favorite band. "I like Muse a lot." I nod. "Yeah, I like them too." "What's your favorite color?" "Blue." "Really? I would've guessed black, giving how emo you are." I let out a laugh. "Black is my second favorite. What's yours?" His cheeks are still a little colored. Gosh, he's so damn pretty. "Brown." What a dull choice for someone like him- Wait. Does that mean he's talking about my eyes? "What kind of brown?" Now I see his cheeks getting warmer. "Something between chocolate and caramel, if you know what I mean." I lift one of my eyebrows. He just described the color of my eyes. For gods sake, this guy is amazing. "What kind of blue is it that you like?" "Well, like a really light ocean blue, almost green-ish, like the sky on a sunny day." I see the realisation in his eyes. "That's an accurate description for a color." He looks so happy right now, and I love to just watch him smiling like that. I'm definitely going to kiss him tonight. The waiter brings our pasta, and while we eat we go on talking and laughing and, I have to admit it, mindlessly staring. Phil pays for our fancy dinner and then takes my hand while we go outside, the sky already getting darker but the way I feel inside probably makes me glow like a flashlight. All of a sudden Phil stops talking and turns to me, his eyes are so bright and his cheeks are flustered as he carefully leans in, getting closer to me every second, his eyes slowly closing until i press my lips against his and it's like fireworks exploding in my stomach.
He kisses me. My heart's beating fast as our lips mould together and I pull him closer, his hands in my hair and his soft grip tightens a bit, as if he doesn't want to let go. I wnat to be like this forever. Anyways, as I predicted, I entered the coffeeshop single today, but when I come home I'll have my very own boyfriend.
And his name is Phil Lester.
